You already know what’s goin’ on, it’s all love
Ayy, shout out OhGeesy, all that
You know what’s goin’ on, long live Ketchy the Great
We know the truth, n#gg#
Man
Shots out the chop, his body drop, I just start laughin’
Another police dead, his last words, “We should call captain”
Look, bro, my Draco a real spitter, he should start rappin’
He runnin’ from the finance company, he’s a carjacker
Don’t at me on the ‘Gram if you ain’t prepared to be a pallbearer
I’m ridin’ with this 40, left him stretched, he had a tall can
Ain’t been where I been if you ain’t never had a Walkman
Grab the icepick out a nice sock, then it was yard down
Big bands, I sit and bick back, look at her chinstrap
Mei Ling and Su Yung, I know they itchin’ for some get-back
Big facts, I let the K off, almost got whiplash
Drakeo just did the “Bands” beat, run that sh#t back
Big drums, I’m holdin’ Big Pun when I bring the terror
The only reason he got a gun by him ’cause he a sheriff
Police-ass n#gg#s could never sit with the mayor
Mardi Gras, see the t#ts, we came here for Jerry, Jerry
Very scary when these tips go in circles like Mary, Mary
When he see me, all the liquid he dropped was canary yellow
I’m a demon in my head, when I’m spittin’, I’m very subtle
All gas when I step the booth, my foot’s very heavy
n#gg#s sweet as Ben & Jerry’s, leave ’em in a cemetery
I don’t need a pen and paper, n#gg#s know just what I’m sayin’
b#tch, I bought a stupid chop, it didn’t come in with a brain in it
What the f#ck these n#gg#s thinkin’? I’m untouchable
Unf#ckwitable, how he did him was despicable
I’m a danger in the coupe, yell, Mystikal
Despicable me, I put him on a tee
Even think about these chains, leave him like Lilo and Stitch
Keep loadin’ clips, n#gg#, we know he dead
Cheese on his head, n#gg#, leave him with rats
Now he’s a pack me on the way to the bank
Ugh, that was nothin’
The K keep bustin’, n#gg#, I should’ve bought a muzzle
We ain’t finna scuffle, know you be with Archie Bunker
I keep a thumper when I bump her ’cause I don’t trust her
Call in ten, bro, your girl in good hands, I know you love her
Is this Drakeo? You f#ckin’ my b#tch? No, wrong number, n#gg#
What the f#ck you got goin’ on, n#gg#?
n#gg#s know the truth
You know what’s goin’ on
Bands, always runnin’ up them bands
Dick ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants
Ugh
n#gg#, long live the Great
So Cold I Do Em, we on 2
Bands, bands, bands, bands
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Drakeo The Ruler Lyrics – Bands Freestyle